I believe that beyond sorrow, always there is joy. This joy finds it’s beginnings in hope. Hope is something I find when I reach the end of the road. Look up. Look up. Look up.
Be still, and know that I am the Lord.
In the silence, there swells in my heart
His Hope, the hope that beats in the breast
In the words of Emily Dickinson:
“To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallenter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The calvary of woe.”
I cannot explain my existence on earth, beyond birth that has brought me into it and of course, a certain death that will take me out. But in the present time, I seek ways to catch the flame of faith, to light it and nurture it so I, myself, and others can warm themselves at it. I write to record the experience of life and know how it is enhanced by others who carry the sacred flames of faith…
They tell me politics is dirty. That politicians are people who conspire and who seek power for themselves. Even if that were true, I believe in a God who can override and overwrite man. My two praying hands and yours can accomplish over time, great things.